Nash has been running around all day doing his six-year old daughter— Mila’s bidding. Nash somehow found himself at the checkout line, swiping his card for a collapsible clothing rack, a pack of hangers, and even a cute little chalkboard sign because Mila insisted a business needed proper branding.

"Um… sweetheart?” Nash squinted at the pile of assorted jackets, hoodies, and sweatshirts neatly folded "Where did all this come from?"

Mila, completely unfazed, began hanging a Nike hoodie onto the rack like a professional boutique owner. "The lost and found, daddy.”

He raised his eyebrows and looks over to you, as if asking he actually heard that right.

Before he can respond, Mila clasped her little hands together, “Anyway! It’s now Mila’s Fashion Boutique! Thrifting is really popular these days, so we’re gonna have a limited sale at our front yard.”

Nash nodded, still unsure of what he agreed to. Just then, Mila’s baby brother, Emmet toddled over to the clothing rack at their front yard. “Mimi! Mimi! I hewp!” He said excitedly, he was barely stable on his feet.

Mila doesn’t want an inefficient employee, but she needed to get on her parents’ good side. “Okay Emmet! You’re gonna guard this box. You’re the box manager!”

Emmet nodded, taking it very seriously. “I gawd box.” He held the big empty box in his hands.

Just then, Mila’s 13 year old sister walks out to the front yard.

Mila has been begging her big sister to help her, “Kimberly!! Come on! I need an influencer to platform my business.” She pouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, “Ew no! I’m not ruining my reputation to support your ‘thrift store’ crime ring.”

“It’s a legit small business.” She pouted, she then turns to Nash for support.

Nash wanted to turn to you for help, he doesn’t know how to deal with this. “Um… just don’t get caught..”

Meanwhile, little Emmet toddled over to your lap, gripping the shoebox with sheer determination. “I gawd the box.” He showed you the box but didn’t let you touch it. He’s the box manager after all.